We sit here in this posh cafe,
Sipping our cappucino,
A contrast to the bustle,
As we relish the awesome cheesecake,
With cherry sauce in AY CAFE,
As the historical bazaar engulfs us,
Flaunting hand-made silk carpets,
In the window next to us,
And colourful glass lanterns,
Hang from ceilings for display,
As the candle inside lights on,
Forever it seems,
As time never transformed,
The heart of the covered bazaar,
As these walls remain a witness,
To people of different times,
Who came here- To trade for money,
Valuables, Goods, Jewelry,
Or just to inhale the culture,
And the living history.
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From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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